Here is The Boy On The Ground. Take two!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or Avatar: The Last Airbender

Chapter 3

As the two boys neared the tent, Sokka had to move his arm from around Percy's shoulders to his middle to support him as he walked. The hot sun beating down on them didn't help either. Percy was struggling with pure exhaustion. He felt a surge of self-hatred towards himself. He couldn't even walk to a tent twenty feet away.

"Here we are!" Sokka opened the tent flap with a flourish. Percy immediately sat down on the mat and looked around. The tent was pretty much bare, except for the mat on the ground, a bag in the corner, and a long, black, sword leaning against the back of the tent. It gleamed dangerously in the odd lighting of the tent.

"Woah." Percy reached for the sword but stopped when he saw Sokka flinch. "May I?" He asked.

Sokka still looked apprehensive but nodded anyway.

Percy's hand clasped the hilt of the sword and picked it up. He inspected the blade. It wasn't a flawless blade but it was still impressive. He ran his thumb alongside the flat of the sword.

"Where did you get it?" He asked, still inspecting it.

"I made it." Sokka answered, pulling himself to his full height.

Percy looked up, fully scrutinizing him. His eye's traveled over the other boy's body, he wasn't really all that tall or muscular but his dark hair and skin mixed with his sharp blue eye's made a strikingly attractive image. He had the smart look of a guy who had fought and defended the things he believed in.

Percy nodded his head, turning back to the blade. He stood up and did a few experimental swipes. The strange boy had made a good impression with his sword making skills. "Well, you did a very good job."

"Really? You think so?" Sokka asked hopefully.

"Sure." Percy handed the sword back. "It's really cool. I've never seen a black blade like that before."

"I made it out of a meteorite." Sokka grinned crookedly, taking back the sword.

"A meteorite?" Percy asked in disbelief. "That's... awesome."

"Hey, can I ask you a question? While we're on the subject of swords?" Sokka asked.

"Sure." Percy glanced up suspiciously.

"What's the deal with your sword?"

Percy's hand immediately went to his pocket, his face went slack. "Umm." He glanced around the tent, looking for inspiration. "What sword?"

"Your sword." Sokka pressed. "The one that's disguised as a little stick. How does it work? And how does it always end up back in your pocket?"

Percy suddenly grabbed his stomach and moaned. "I think I'm going to be sick." He lied. His face twisted up to look as sick as he could manage.

Sokka helped him lie down on the mat and then quickly stepped back. "I'm Sokka, by the way." He said as he left.

Percy nodded once. "Thanks man, for everything."

As the front flap of the tent closed, Percy laid his head back and took a deep breath. He was in a strange place with lots of strangers... Kind strangers, but still strangers.

He brought his hands over his face. He had to figure out what had happened to him. He needed to go back, there were people back home who needed him. Well, actually, he needed them, but that was basically the same thing. Where was he and why was he so weak? He couldn't even stand up for a few minutes without feeling dizzy and faint. And that one girl had defiantly moved the water. Percy had no idea how but it freaked him out. He and Tyson were the only children of Poseidon.

Maybe he should sleep and try to figure it out when he woke up.

"Sorry, Annabeth." He whispered. "I'll come back soon."

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Percy opened up his eyes. The wind rushed over him. He was falling again. His hair was flying everywhere and his ears screamed. Percy couldn't get enough breath to yell. He struggled, trying to turn his body so that impact wouldn't kill him.

Suddenly the wind slowed down and Percy was just floating in midair. For the first time he realized that there was no sky or walls or ground. He was in a black abyss. There was nothing.

His stomach clenched and his heart leapt to his throat as he remembered what was in a certain abyss back home.

A man appeared before him. The man was sitting cross legged, eyes closed, hands buried in his long, dark red robes. His long white hair floated around him, framing his ancient, wise face.

"Hello?" Percy ventured, reaching out a hand to touch the man.

Before he touched him, the man eye's opened and Percy nearly screamed. Instead of eyes there was a bright blue light, it outlined every curve and line of his face, making him look determined and terrifying.

"You do not belong in my world." He spoke, but he spoke in the voices of a thousand people. Other's appeared from a blue light behind him, countless people with glowing tattoo's and eyes. "You must leave us."

Percy swallowed. "Trust me. I would if I could. But I don't know where I am or how to get back."

"Do not mock me!" He yelled in the voices of many, fire came from his nostrils and mouth. This time Percy did scream. He started falling again but this time he looked down and saw a large body of water. He concentrated all of his energy as he let himself fall and hit the water.

Not a sound came from underwater, Percy opened up his eyes. The water caressed him and soothed his mind and body, it was like the loving touch of a mother. He took a deep breath and relaxed. Being underwater was more natural than anything else in the world

"Percy?" A familiar voice called out, it was faint and watery, but Percy recognized it.

"Dad?"

"Yes! Percy, it's me!" The voice was urgent and intense. "I can't talk for long so you need to listen carefully." The voice came back, stronger than before. "The wall separating our world and this one is breaking. We don't know why or how but you're going to have to fix it. If these two worlds mix... Do you understand?"

"No!" Percy's mind was reeling. "Are you saying I'm in a different world? Like, on a different planet?"

"Yes! Did I not make that clear? Anything else?"

"Dad? Where am I? Where are you?" Percy didn't think seeing his dad would help anything but it was eerie talking to a empty voice.

"I can't come over, Percy." The voice softened. "I have to stay here. This is a big challenge but I have faith in you, my boy."

"Dad! Don't leave!" Panic settled in Percy chest. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Find the Avatar. Fix the wall, I have faith in you... Be careful."

"Come on, Pansy!" A high girly voice screamed.

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Percy sat bolt right up on his mat, panting. The air was already quite warm, even though he could tell it was early morning. He could smell the sweet smell of grass and the distant sent of the ocean.

"You have'ta feel it, Twinkle-Toes!" The voice screamed again.

"Sneak attack!"

Percy winced as he heard what sounded like Sokka running into a rock.

"You can't yell, 'sneak attack' before you attack." The voice belonging to the guy with the weird tattoo's said.

It sounded like an avalanche was happening outside. He also heard the soft tinkling of water, and the yell as it sloshed on it's mark.

Percy moved his feet and sat up, he felt so much better today. Everything was sharp and clear, except for the memories of last night. Something nagged as Percy's memories. There was something important he had forgotten... Considering he had slept all of yesterday and last night, he didn't think he'd lay in bed too much longer. He took a step towards the entrance of the tent but was stopped by a yell.

"He's awake! Everybody stop bending!"

Percy halted. How could they know he was awake?

All at once the dream rushed back to him and he stumbled back as if he had been physically hit. Shaking his head he walked out of the tent, they already knew he was awake, no point in staying in there. He'd figure out the dream later.

The sunlight hit him and he was struck by the beauty of the place they were in. It was an old run-down stone building. With palm trees and dew covered grass. A mountain loomed up above them, but the ocean was only a small walk away.

"Morning." He greeted causally. The group he faced looked incredibly guilty.

"Morning." They all mumbled back.

They stood glancing at each other awkwardly before the boy with the tattoo's stepped forwards.

"Listen, we kinda need to talk with you. We think that... Well, we just have some questions that you might be able to answer."

Percy opened up his mouth to answer but was cut off by his growling stomach.

"Why don't we talk over breakfast?" The girl who had moved the water said kindly.

Percy scrutinized her, she didn't have any resemblance to Poseidon in anyway. He decided to forget about it for now. He only nodded his head at the prospect of breakfast. It hit him how hungry he was. When was the last time he had eaten? He suddenly felt dizzy.

The girl gestured for them all to follow her. Percy vaguely wondered where his shoes were. Probably burned to a crisp, considering the major burn marks that had destroyed his clothes. The orange camp tee-shirt was unrecognizable. Percy felt sad looking at it, sure he had more at home, but the camp tee-shirts were always the best.

Apparently, breakfast was at the center of the small camp, in a sort of courtyard. A large metal pot sat steaming on a fire. Everyone sat around it and Percy did the same.

He sat down and the girl with reddish brown hair sat next to him, Sokka sat on the other side. The girl with black hair sat opposite while the guy with the major burn on his face just sort of hovered around everyone.

The guy with tattoo's stood behind the girl serving food and Percy realized they were all watching him... Waiting for him to attack. The way they were all sitting or standing, it was planned, and the way they shot worried looks his way if her moved to quickly.

Percy's stomach tightened. They shouldn't be afraid of him, they were just kids.

"I won't attack, you know." He blurted out, he bit his lip as soon as he said it. The group jumped and blushed when they realized how obvious they had been. "Well, I won't attack first." He corrected himself. "If you guys go crazy and attack me I have full rights to defend myself." He smiled at them, trying to lighten the mood.

The little girl with black hair leaned back and relaxed. "He's telling the truth."

The boy with tattoo's grinned back. "You have my word then. We won't attack."

Who would let their twelve year old kid get so many weird tattoos? Percy wondered suddenly. But then again, why were they all alone out here in an abandoned summer house?

The girl who had moved the water handed Percy a bowl of warm mush with bits of meat in it.

He took his spoon and was about to start eating when he realized what kind of meat it was.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said, he handed the bowl back sheepishly. "I don't eat fish."

The girl smiled at him. "Oh, that's okay! Aang's a vegetarian too."

The boy with tattoo's, Aang, grinned and waved.

"No, I'm not a vegetarian... I just don't eat fish for... personal reasons." Percy shrugged.

The girl handed him a new bowl with no meat in it.

"Here you go!" She said.

Percy started eating. It was really good, sweet and mushy and weird, but good.

"So... do I get to know your names?" He asked when he was half way through his bowl and noticed no one was talking.

"I'm Aang!" Aang said, grinning.

"I'm Katara." The girl who had given him food greeted.

"Zuko." The guy with the burn mark grunted.

"Suki." The girl sitting next to him said.

"And I'm Toph." The girl sitting opposite said, she spat and her saliva flew across the courtroom.

"Not while we're eating, Toph." Katara complained.

Toph shrugged.

Percy finished his food and looked longingly at his bowl. Katara seemed to read his mind and filled it up again.

"So, you said you had some questions for me?" Percy asked. "Before you start, could I ask some of my own?"

"Go ahead." Sokka encouraged.

"So, where are we, exactly?"

"We're in the Fire Nation, just in the north side." Zuko said blandly, without looking at him.

Percy snickered. "Fire Nation?"

"Yes?" Zuko really looked at Percy now. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry." Percy balanced his bowl in one hand and put of the other in surrender, still grinning. "I've just never heard of it." He took another bite.

"Never heard of it?" Katara blurted. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I've never heard of it! Is it some kind of club or something?"

"It's a nation." Sokka said.

"What planet are you from?" Toph asked sarcastically.

Percy put his bowl down and dropped his head in hands, everything was starting to piece together in his mind, making even more questions pop up.

"Not from this one, I don't think." He mused tiredly as he tried to make sense of everything.

"So you've never heard of the Hundred Year War either, I'm guessing." Katara asked.

"The Hundred Year War?" Percy looked up her. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Seriously, are you crazy?" Toph asked.

"I think so." Percy said.

"It's okay," Katara tried to calm him down. "You probably have amnesia or something, you must have hit your head when you fell." She put her finger up to stop Percy from replying. "Aang is the Avatar. He's going to end the war so you don't need to freak out."

Aang's big eyes flashed when she said that and Percy, through his confusion felt a twinge of sympathy. He couldn't have been more than thirteen and Katara had basically just said he was going to save the world.

"That's supposed to make me feel better? I don't even know what an 'Avatar' is."

Sokka slapped his forehead but before anyone could reply, there was a loud, low growl heard a little way off.

Percy was on his feet with his pen in his hands in an instant. He spotted the beast that had growled and sucked in his breath. It was a huge, furry monster, bigger than a bus, with six legs and a huge tail that could crush a human. It opened up it's mouth to reveal a row of huge, sharp teeth.

Percy uncapped his pen and it grew into a familiar feeling sword in his hands.

He vaguely wondered why the kids weren't running and screaming. It was a huge monster and he had never seen anything like it.

Percy raised his word and was about to attack it when Aang shouted. "No! Don't!" And flew over his head. Aang landed on the beast and Percy noticed the matching arrows the two had on their heads.

"This is Appa." Aang explained, smiling. "He's my best friend and he won't hurt anyone."

"Perfect." Percy growled. One more thing he didn't understand. Would the questions never stop?

Aang flew across the camp again and landed right in front of Percy. His grey eyes peered earnestly in his green ones.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look really sick."

Without warning Aang's eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled to the ground.

"Aang!" Katara yelled with horror as a stream of green smoke started pouring out of his mouth, she lunged towards his body but Percy stopped her with his arm and knelt down so that his face was close to the younger boy's.

"This really is just perfect." He muttered to himself.

"To cross over is a dangerous game

All who must do will come to great pain

They must do as they're told

To fix what now is broken

With words that now are spoken

Travel down, perish in flame

Travel up, win the game"

The green smoke stopped and Aang's body went limp. Percy let Katara run to him, she helped him sit up and he rubbed his head.

"What happened?" He asked, his speech slurred.

"That," Percy looked grim. "Was a prophesy."

I'm really sorry for not updating in so long! These few first chapters are so confusing :P I had finals this week too, which are stressful. But I'm all done now so I should be able to update a few times this week! I hope you all enjoyed it :)